Author: Daddyslittleangel155

Teaching Her a Lesson (Professor/Student) (18+)

She waited behind after class, as she’d been told to, nervous. She knew she hadn’t been doing well recently, but surely it wasn’t that bad…

Finally the last student left. The room was empty, apart from herself and Professor Evans. He looked up from his computer and sighed.

“Close the door, would you?” He asked mildly.

She complied, feeling a kind of quiet relief as her back was turned to him. He couldn’t help looking so good, she told herself.

His clair squeaked as he stood, and she turned to see him still on the desk. He patted the one facing him, and she sat reluctantly.

“You’ve been doing badly in class recently, and I’m worried. You’re an intelligent woman, but you seem to lack focus. Is anything wrong?”

She stared at her hands clasped in her lap. “No sir.”

You’re doing fine in your other classes though. Do you know what I think it is? I think you want my attention. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

She opened her mouth to protest. Read more »

A Helping Hand

Frustration built in her chest as she sat at the traffic lights. Still red. Still stuck.

Work had been shit, the heat was unbearable, and all she’d wanted was to be home, but she couldn’t go back like *this*. Drumming her fingers on the wheel, she thought of the “bag of fun” in her boot, never used. Maybe this was the perfect time. Blow off some steam…

She turned off, and drove back to her work, tucking her car into a quiet spot in the most remote part of the car park. It sent a thrill up her spine, though she knew everyone was long gone from the building. There were only one or two cars left; evening was falling. No one to catch her. Even if she was secretly disappointed, she told herself it was a relief. Less messy this way.

She left the windows partly down, grabbed the bag and climbed into the backseat, locking herself in before opening it up. Vibes, a dildo… Nothing special.

She pulled her shirt up, removed her bra, leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable. She imagined a lover’s hands were her own. Stroking the underside of her breasts with their thumbs, pinching her nipples sharply, rolling them beneath a finger before stroking again… Read more »

Corrupt Me

Pin me against the door. I want to feel your cock hard against my belly as your hands run down my body. As you find my ass, grab a big handful, and squeeze. As you kiss me hello.

Slip your hands under my t-shirt, run your thumbs over the warm skin there. Take it off. I want to see you admiring my half-dressed little body, want you to press closer so I know exactly how hard you are for me. Want you to strip me all the way and stare at me, like you’re a starving man at a feast.

I want you to tell me to undress you. You grinning as my fingers fumble against your clothes when I take in your gorgeousness, my hunger rising to match your own.

“Turn around and bend over the bed baby. I want to see that ass wriggle.”

I do as I’m told, wriggling for all I’m worth. I don’t care how over-eager I look. I *am* eager. Need daddy’s cock inside me so bad.

You laugh. “Such a good girl. Such a desperate, slutty little good girl.” Read more »

Keep Me

Take me daddy. Fuck my tight little pussy. Use me like I’m a little toy and nothing more. Just holes for your cock, your cum to fill, to use and use and use for your own pleasure.

Fuck my ass, my mouth, fill my belly with your cum until I crave nothing else. Until every time you’re near I can think of no one else. Watch my ass ripple as you pound me, my little lips, your favourite hole, wrapped around your cock, taking you so deep that my throat bulges and I choke and drool, that I gasp when you pull out, but beg for it back anyway. Because I need it so bad.

Collar me daddy. Make sure I know with every pull of it around my throat, every thrust of you inside my helpless little body, that I’m your slut, your whore, your cumslut. That with every brush of your skin against mine, I’m your angel, your princess, your kitten.

That my breath, my life, my body belongs to you. That all of my slutty little holes are yours, and you can use them whenever you want. Because you own me. Every part of me. Every. Single. Inch. Read more »

Used and Shared

She hold your arm tightly as she pulls you upstairs, and into the bedroom.

“You’re mine,” she tells you, shoving you up against the wall and kissing you.

You kiss her back, clinging to her, and she thrusts her hips against you, moaning at the feeling of your needy cock.

“Tell me you’re mine, sweetie.”

“I’m yours, Miss.”

“Good boy,” she says, and swings you around, pushing you onto the bed and straddling you. Grinds against you hungrily.

“Such a needy boy. You want me to fuck your cock? Use you as my toy?”

“Yes Miss.” You say eagerly.

She strips you quickly, then herself, throwing clothes to the floor carelessly. Your cock is so hard against her soaked pussy as she sinks down onto you; you’re loving being her toy. She can clearly feel every inch of you inside her. Groans as she rides you, hard, up and down, using you for her own pleasure. You watch her take you, her breasts and ass bouncing, head thrown back. She looks like some goddess, enticed by mortal flesh; commanding, powerful. Read more »

Please You

You wake up to find my handcuffs wrapped around your wrists, yourself naked.

“Good morning baby,” I murmur, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Good morning, Miss.”

You’re my good boy. And you’re going to prove it to me.

I trail my hand down your chest, taking in your body lazily. I love that trail of hair that leads from your belly button to your cock, trace it with my fingers.

You moan softly as I grip you.

I laugh, and let go.

“Miss…” You don’t quite manage to hide the whine in your voice.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Why did you stop?”

“You know why, baby.”

You go silent. I stroke your cock, unable to resist the urge.

“I was bad,” you mumble.

“And you’re my good boy, we can’t have that can we?”

You shake your head. Moan again as my other hand plays with your balls.

“I’m going to play with you, but you aren’t allowed to cum today baby.”

“But Miss…”

My voice hardens. “Whine, and I’ll make it tomorrow too.” Read more »

Plaything

She finished her run, breathing hard outside the door. She’d pushed herself today, tried to beat her personal best. The burn in her legs and lungs, the sweat soaking her body was everything she needed.

She pressed the doorbell and waited. You answered quickly, and she stood still as your eyes traveled down her body. Took in the shorts that emphasised her thick ass and toned abs, the damp sports bra nicely containing her perky little boobs, doing nothing to conceal the hardness of her nipples.

“Finished looking?” She asked, lips quirking. She loved you looking really, but couldn’t let you know you had that much power over her. Not yet, anyway.

She leaned up onto her tiptoes, pulled your head down, and kissed you deeply. You were safe harbour in a storm-tossed sea; bringing relief and uncertainty in a single moment.

She wanted this forever.

The one thing she couldn’t have.

You pulled her closer so that she was inside the house, still kissing her, and rock your hips into her. Shut the door behind you both and pin her up against it. Read more »

Take Me

Have me daddy. Hold me in your arms and fuck me with your thick cock. Use me like the little slut I am.

I want you to lift me up into your arms and carry me into the bedroom, lay me on the bed. Make me feel like I am, half your size, easily controlled, easily used. Strip me. Pin me down. Make me watch you undress that gorgeous body, take in every detail, every inch of you.

Stroke your cock before me until I’m whimpering, tease me with it, make me beg.
Run it over my pussy lips, play with my entrance, pull away.

Make. Me. Beg.

Make me tell you what I want to you do to me, in the dirtest words I can find.

And only when I’m practically insensible with need do I want you to finally slide inside me. Slow. Intent. Like I’m the only one you need in that moment.

Pound me relentlessly, take me like the little whore I am, use me, use me because you’re the one I need, crave, the only one I’m allowed to have inside me. The only one I want inside me. Drill me, rail me, pound me til I’m a flushed, needy, quivering mess, til my eyes are rolled back in my head and my pussy is pulsing. Read more »

Deny me

I wake up to my hands cuffed above my head, legs tied down. I’m not blindfolded or gagged, but the room is dark, silent.

“Daddy?” I call out timidly.

“Yes baby?” You say, from somewhere behind me. I twist frantically to see you but I’m too restricted.

“You’re there.” I say with relief.

“I am sweetie. Do you know why you’re *there*?”

“… No daddy.” I say, lying. I know full well what I did.

“Are you sure?”

I distracted daddy while he was busy because I was too much of a cumslut to wait. I made him have to fuck me into so he’d get some peace.

I knew he’d punish me for it.

A thrill runs up my spine.

“I… I was naughty.” I say, my voice small.

“Mhmm. You were such a greedy little slut that you couldn’t wait for daddy to finish. You had to demand, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Now, I think you’ve had more than enough cum for this week. Mine or yours. You’ll have to go hungry.”

“But daddy that’s another three days without cum!” I squeak. Read more »

Feed Me Your Cum

I’m your cumslut, daddy, and I need feeding tonight. I’m craving the taste of you on my tongue, lingering long after I swallow. Reminding me who I belong to.

I’m craving your cock too. Want to strip and crawl under your desk, naked. Want to try and play with you. I don’t care that you’re busy with an important task, because I’m so. Fucking. Hungry.

I know I’ll get punished after, but right now all I can think of is cock. I want to worship it with my hands and mouth, treat you like the god you are. And I your worthless sinner, tempting you to transgress with my slutty little body.

I’ll devour you, taking my time with every inch. Circle the tip with my tongue, then take big, long licks all the way up your shaft. Suck your balls, tongueing them to make you moan.

Then move back to the tip, running you over my lips, teasing myself. Beads of pre-cum smear them, and I lick it up eagerly, flicking my tongue over your cock just to make sure I’ve gotten everything. I would be a bad little whore if I missed anything, wouldn’t I? Read more »